You know what I´m saying, um
The album done
Love Songs for the Streets 2

I got niggas who locked up who niggas lied on

These niggas shootin´ at these kids, they shootin´ in blindfolds
I got blood in my eyes, it ain´t mine, oh
And I got niggas in the trenches who I´d die for
They got a murder that´s unsolved, it got my mind gone
And foenem still´d be right here if he ain´t take his mask off
Kenneka Jenkins´ murder still unsolved, oh
They said I still can´t do no shows in Chicago
That´s why I´ma charge a hundred fifty for a concert
When I´m done with that gun, clean your palms, oh
I´d rather do 100 years than see my mom hurt
Before you say I left you hangin´, get a bond, oh
I tell ´em, Nine coming home, they say I´m lying, oh
I wonder what was in his mind in that Tahoe

Off this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ay
Wash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ay
I´m Lil Durk and I be representing the trenches
Steady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin´ fences
I regret I caught that case, I had a witness
And when I´m talking to the streets I bet they listen
When I was down bad on my dick, they ain´t pay attention
Man, I fell down to my knees when the law came
And I can´t go like Mitch in the hallway
I´d rather go out just like Rico, snake ´em all, ay

Oh, oh-oh, ooh
I put this pain in this shit, that´s why I got the streets

They gotta come see me for that pain shit, bro
Oh, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh